“One last time to finish you off?” Grant asked, reaching between her legs.
She scissored her thighs shut before he could touch her p***y. “No! I’m good.”
A laugh escaped Grant’s lips. “I thought that might be the case. Do you want to leave the plug in for a while or take it out?”
She considered his question. “Will it hurt when it comes out?”
He shrugged. “It might. It depends on you.”
Eventually she found herself once more on her knees with her ass in the air. Robin wasn’t completely convinced that this posture was necessary for the removal of the plug, but Grant insisted and she acquiesced. When he pulled out the plug it didn’t hurt—it felt weird, but when it was gone she felt like something was missing.
Afterward, she watched him get dressed. She liked lying about naked when a man
